You are still on my mind. I still see your face when I close my eyes.
Late at night when I am trying to sleep I whisper your name calling out across the silence hoping you will hear me but knowing that you won’t. The crisp breeze blowing in through the window is the sigh that leaves my lungs.
As I fall into the abyss of Sleep my arms are hopelessly outstretched searching for you. Your name is a haunting lullaby echoing between its walls and it stays ringing in my head:
“Charlotte Charlotte Charlotte Charlotte Charlo—”